A woman under a tree sentadaba Inca
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- Spondylus.
The first time someone says that word I am at three thousand meters above sea level in Quito, Ecuador, with feet on the lookout Guápulo. The man says what I have in hand and tells me he is a gem, which the Incas and carved the shell of this mollusk. Savor the word that I forget a few seconds. From as orange, almost phosphoresce. I bought some earrings, embed a legend in my lobes.
descend a slope. As if by that word, I find this site to be the most vivid memory of Quito. A sort of natural balcony below which plunges the city with its cathedrals and monasteries and those highways that are invaded by rodents night lights that do not stop. This hill is facing another several kilometers away as if looking in a mirror of the past, the front still retains a huge forest with trees all standing.
breathe the heavy air, full of soul is free of stones. Here the hummingbirds have a voice and sing, are closer to birds than to the gods. I think if I had traveled enough, I would argue that this is the best place in the world. I think: how lucky I have not traveled enough
The mountain descends to a street from here is just a guess. For a rustic ladder falls vertically, climb elderly, women and children, gasping. In their throats is the green valley at the bottom, a concave pit absorbing clouds and crossroads. The voices are traces of a hunger born of folklore, including a word shines like a precious gem. A word I have forgotten.
Chronicle of a trip to Quito, 2010, written at the request of the journal Plebella.
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